“I don’t know…you looked pretty good covered in paint. I bet you’d look equally amazing covered in chocolate syrup.”
I laughed. “But not apple sauce. Why is it so quiet back here? I thought I’d hear more…moaning.”
“I think the club is closed tonight because of the prom. Which is probably why this room is open for us.” Matt kept carrying me down the hall. He turned a corner. And then another.
How big was this place? I was all turned around. “Which room do you think Mason and Bee went in?”
He laughed. “I really don’t even want to know. All I care about is that this one is all ours.” He’d stopped in front of another door. This tablet had a masquerade mask on it. He slipped my key into the door and it opened.
It was pitch black in the room but when Matt closed the door behind us, the room lit up. Or more specifically…the four posterbed in the middle of the room lit up. And a wall full of what looked like torture devices.
“This is definitely going to be fun,” Matt said. He set me down in the middle of the bed and walked over to the wall. He started unchaining things.
“Are you sure you haven’t been here before?”
“I’m sure.”
I pushed myself up so I could stare at him. “Maybe I should be the one tying you up.”
“I don’t think so, baby.” He walked over to me and tossed some leather shackles onto the sheets. “Were you thinking here or suspended against the wall?”
I wasn’t sure what that entailed exactly. And these sheets were sinfully soft. “Here.”
He nodded as he pulled off his tuxedo jacket.
I watched him as he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt.
“Take it off,” he said. “All of it.”
I moved to my knees and pulled off my dress.
“All of it,” he said again.
His tone had completely changed since he’d taken off his jacket. Deeper. Darker. More in control. And I was already soaked.
I unclasped my bra and slid my thong down my legs. I went to unstrap my heels but he caught my ankle.
“Actually, those can stay. Now put on the mask.”
“What?”
He nodded to the pillows behind me. I turned to see a single masquerade mask on the bed. But there were no holes in the eyes for me to see. “Why is there only one?” I picked up the mask.
“I have a feeling this room is usually used for strangers.” He lifted the mask from my fingers. “Strangers who want to have sex with someone whose face they’ve never seen. No consequences. Just passion.”
But I wanted to see him. The way he was staring at me made me feel so desired. “But we’re not strangers. Which means I can look.”
“Trust me, not seeing me will heighten every sensation.” He placed the mask over my eyes and tied the ribbon behind my head. “Now lie back.”
He was right. Even just hearing his voice now made me want him even more.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, baby. Unless you don’t want to be able to stand in the morning.”
I let my back hit the sheets. Even though Ireallywanted to know what he meant by that.
He trailed his fingers up my stomach and between my breasts as he circled the bed. “Arms up, baby.”
I lifted my hands above my head.
